The coachman drove the carriage to the southern inner city gate and, showing Mr. Meng's token, borrowed the National Master Hall's passage to successfully exit the city.
The carriage sped toward Sanhua Street.
The child, Xiao Jingkong, felt sleepy; no sooner had he boarded the carriage than he started nodding off. After a while, his little head tilted and he fell asleep on Mr. Meng's arm.
Mr. Meng gently knocked on the carriage wall and said to the coachman, "Slow down, he's asleep."
"Yes," the coachman replied. After a stretch, he asked Mr. Meng, "Master, we're approaching Sanhua Street, where exactly on Sanhua Street are we heading?"
"To the Yamen on Sanhua Street," said Mr. Meng.
This child had been kidnapped, and his family must be extremely worried. Perhaps they had already reported it to the Yamen, so taking him there now was the right choice.
Besides, the child was very clever and witty, giving the impression that he hadn't told the whole truth.